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Chapter 3: Pagers

The sound of a revving motorcycle echoed through the apartment and woke me from my peaceful slumber. Wait…slumber? Motorcycle? I sat up quickly. It took me a moment to realize where I was and once I did, I also discerned that the motorcycle I had heard from before wasn't House's.

Speaking of House, there was no sign of him. Did he not come home last night? "Nah, he's probably just asleep." I mumbled to myself. But if he did come home, why didn't I hear him and why didn't he wake me? I pushed the thought from my mind. House never pulls all-nighters if he can help it.

I looked down at my scraggly clothes. Great, I fell asleep in my work clothes. I hadn't even had time to loosen my tie or take off my shoes. I stood up, and made my way to House's bedroom in search of my spare clothes. When I got there, I found the bed empty…and untouched for that matter.


The hospital seemed as usual when I walked in. I wasn't sure why I was expecting it to be any different. The fact that House had stayed at the hospital all night worried me greatly. I tried to brush it off, but it kept coming back.

I didn't even consider stopping at my office as I walked straight to the Diagnostics department. When I arrived, all three of the ducklings were sitting at the table in the conference room, but House was nowhere to be seen. In my alarm, I burst into the conference room with more than enough force, almost smashing the glass divider. The two doctors looked up at me in shock.

"Oh, um, sorry." I stated with an embarrassed expression. Jimmy, stop worrying. "Have you guys seen House?" I rushed the words out of my mouth. Chase and Cameron looked at each other.

"Um, he doesn't normally get in this early…" The Aussie answered as if it was a well-known fact, which it was. House never gets in this early, unless he never left. Both doctors were still in shock from the normally calm Wilson's outburst.

"He didn't go home last night." I answered, worry now evident in my voice.

"How would you-?" Cameron began, but I interrupted, knowing her question.

"I went to his place last night and he wasn't there."

"Maybe he arrived after-" Chase began, but once again, I rushed in a reply.

"No, he didn't show up all night and he wasn't there this morning."

"Wait, you stayed at House's place all night?" Cameron asked suspiciously with a raised eyebrow. I sighed, placing my head to my forehead in frustration.

"Can anyone just answer my question?" I snarled slightly. I could feel a headache coming on.

"I-I haven't seen him since lunch yesterday." Cameron answered, taken back by my erratic behavior. She looked at me as if I was a puzzle piece that wasn't fitting into place. I frowned at this. She was about to continue, when a series of pagers went off, including mine. We all looked at each other before we all picked up our pagers.

"Lockers. Now. Hurry." I read the message out loud. To my relief, the message was from House, but then again, the page made no sense. "I guess he wants us to go to the locker room." I said, already half way out the door.